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The time is March 2000. My name is Haitian, and I'm 25 years old. Working in an American-owned shipping company, I just returned to China to rest and rectify years ago, and immediately asked for leave to go home for the New Year. After the Spring Festival, I got the task of sailing, and my family has been reminding me for some time. I was impatient, so I promised twice and went out. There was not much cargo this time, so I brought some new crew members to adapt to life as a sailor. After loading, the freighter slowly sailed out of the port. I assigned some jobs to the new sailors, and I ran to the lounge to be lazy, relishing the joy of the Spring Festival.
"Crash" is the sound of kicking the bed board that I hate to hear.
"Don't stand there staring blankly, go out and help me stare. I don't know what to do this year? " The captain shouted at me.
The captain is of medium build. Although he is over 60 years old, his eyes are still bright. I have a strange soul in my body. The old man always compares himself with Huang Zhong in the Three Kingdoms period. But this is not the first time he caught me slacking off. I'm an old sailor, and my work performance has always been good. He also turned a blind eye to this indirect laziness. In fact, the captain is a good man, seemingly fierce, but actually very considerate of our work below. After all, captain ...